Someone asked a Zen Master, “How do you practice Zen?”
The master said, “When you are hungry, eat; when you are tired, sleep.”
“Isn’t that what everyone does anyway?”
The master replied, “No, No. Most people entertain a thousand desires when they eat and scheme over a thousand plans when they sleep.”

As you’re reading this, humanity is in the midst of a major health pandemic; we’re faced with a disease that is not only affecting each one of us individually, but also society as a whole! While it may not be fatal in a literal sense, it is severely crippling, even more so as most of us are not even aware of it’s existence. A few brave ones, who managed to diagnose this disease, are trying their best to fight it, but the rest of us are agnostic to this threat.

My mother used to tell me that the best way to improve (or learn anything) was through experience, irrespective of whether it was a positive or a negative one. I, however, was convinced that a pile of good books (that have been read, of course) was the only way to learn more about life and fundamentally improve as a human being. I found it very old-fashioned and almost foolish to just do something and expect to get better after each iteration – I mean REALLY?

We humans invented books so we could pass down experiences and wouldn’t have to re-invent the wheel every time, right?